There's no mistake. My throat is shot. I can hardly talk. I run through my shirts like crazy because of how much I sweat in them while working. My nose is constantly clogged because of the dusty air. I'm borderline sick because I keep going back and forth between hot and cold environments. And I'm loving every minute.
I like to imagine the 12-year old versions of my aunts and uncles doing "exercises" during recess in their uniforms in this courtyard.
It's hard for me to recall the last time my work made me feel so fulfilled. Maybe it's because I'm finally helping people that I feel actually need my help. Or maybe it's because my kids are sharp, funny, and enthusiastic. Or maybe it's just something about the atmosphere. Whatever it is, I'm glad I took the risk of teaching >50 student classes in a completely new environment. Despite its intimidating appearance, the experience has proven to be incredibly rewarding. I can honestly say I look forward to going back to work.
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